I missed her like nothing else, at least at first because it felt back then as if the stem of our time together was still growing, still breathing. Absorbing particles of sun. I gulp the memories of our Fridays Swallow the peace of the afternoon garden Nothing much to say, or to hear except grass Jasmin, and the huge red flowering gum. Beautifully between us she’d said ‘we’re good friends’ And I realize now what it was------ Apart from the care, (my hot, red face) Her head bent, a tired flower, trudging along ungiving concrete, hand in mine. Silence did it, that which bloomed in the spaces between
Kelle Cunningham lives in Thornbury, Melbourne and has worked as a carer for nine years. She likes reading poetry that is inspired by transformation in the writer’s state, or empathy with other beings, and her favourite poem is ‘Structure of the Horse’s Eye’ by Melbourne poet Elizabeth Campbell. She was born in Warrnambool and recently participated in the ‘Spoken Word Festival’ held there.